The maid's voice suddenly rose an octave, but Xu Qingqing's voice was even louder. With an infuriating air, she said, "Go and call your master here!"
"Master is sleeping. If you want to take your things, wait until he wakes up!"
The maid spat out the words venomously, then stood guard at the staircase munching on a carrot, preventing Jing Zhen and the others from going up.
In the cloakroom, Song Nuannuan, who was changing clothes, heard the commotion outside. She put on her clothes unhappily and stomped downstairs irritably.
Song Nuannuan saw Jing Zhen had brought back the two people who had won a famous painting from their family last time. She stood loftily at the top of the stairs looking down at Jing Zhen.
"What are you doing here? You're already divorced from my dad. Get out of here!"
Jing Zhen raised her head unyieldingly, no longer the sad and timid woman she used to be. There was a touch of intransigence on her face.
"I'm here to get my things. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
"What things do you have? You came into our family empty - handed back then!" Song Nuannuan sneered.
Jing Zhen said matter - of - factly, "Your dad has sold me everything in the cloakroom. I'm taking them away."
Hearing that Jing Zhen was going to take away the things she fancied, Song Nuannuan immediately got upset and waved her arms in protest.
"What right do you have to take them? Those were all bought by my dad. They have nothing to do with you!"
"If you don't let me take my things, then I won't pay a single cent." Jing Zhen retorted firmly.
"You... Who cares about your measly money? Get out of here right now!"
Compared to the money, Song Nuannuan wanted the clothes in the cloakroom more.
Even if Jing Zhen paid the money, it would go into Song Fuqiang's pocket, and it had nothing to do with her.
But if the clothes stayed, Song Fuqiang couldn't wear them, and they would surely all be hers.
Song Nuannuan took off her high - heels and threw them at Jing Zhen. Xu Yan caught them deftly and threw them back without hesitation.
Song Nuannuan barely dodged. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been hit.
"You even hit women!"
Xu Yan sneered, "I don't have the habit of sparing women."
"What you say doesn't count. Go and ask your dad clearly. Does he want the things or the money?"
"You..." Song Nuannuan was at a loss for words. Her eyes were red with anger. She clenched her fists and lashed out at Jing Zhen verbally.
"Jing Zhen, you're really something. You've ruined my dad so badly, and now you're throwing yourself into your ex - boyfriend's arms right away."
"You're greedy and unfaithful. A woman like you will surely get her comeuppance!"
After having her fill of insults, seeing Xu Yan and Xu Qingqing's expressions getting darker and feeling the dangerous stares on her, Song Nuannuan turned around and ran.
She ran into Song Fuqiang's room and shook the man lying in bed vigorously.
"Dad, wake up quickly. Your ex - wife is back and causing a ruckus!"
No matter how hard Song Nuannuan shook him, Song Fuqiang showed no sign of waking up.
These days, Song Fuqiang had been busy with a lawsuit on one hand and maintaining the factory on the other.
A few days ago, he had even spent two days in jail for illegally purchasing cultural relics. He was swamped with work.
Seeing that Song Fuqiang wouldn't wake up, Song Nuannuan didn't hesitate to grab the water cup on the bedside table and pour the cold water on his face.
"Who's splashing me!" The cold water made Song Fuqiang shiver. He sat up with big dark circles under his eyes.
Song Fuqiang wiped the cold water off his face, opened his eyes and saw Song Nuannuan standing in front of the bed. He immediately cursed, "Are you crazy? How dare you splash me with cold water!"
Song Nuannuan put the water cup down, looking extremely anxious.
"You were sleeping so soundly! Jing Zhen is back with her ex - boyfriend. She says she's going to take all the things in the cloakroom away and that she's paid for them!"
Hearing this, Song Fuqiang felt even more exhausted. He slumped back onto the bed.
During the days of investigation, Song Fuqiang had learned the true identities of Xu Qingqing and Jing Zhen. One was the wife of the richest man and a member of the special cultural relics task force, and the other was the eldest son of a renowned appraiser.
He couldn't afford to offend either of them. So Song Fuqiang simply closed his eyes, trying to ignore the reality.
"Let her take them... She'll pay anyway."
Song Fuqiang turned over, not wanting to face the situation.
Seeing her father so dejected, Song Nuannuan cried and whined, "Can't we keep the clothes and not take the money?"
Song Fuqiang, who already had a splitting headache, was driven even more insane by his daughter's chattering. With the pent - up anger in his heart, he finally exploded and roared at Song Nuannuan.
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you dare to interfere again, get out of the Song family!"
After saying that, regardless of the water droplets on his face and his wet hair, Song Fuqiang pulled the quilt over his head and went back to sleep.
After being scolded, Song Nuannuan's face was extremely gloomy. She led the three of them into the cloakroom, her mind filled with malicious thoughts.
She had been angry at both ends. She couldn't let Jing Zhen take the clothes and jewelry away for free. Jing Zhen had to pay a price!
Most of the clothes in the closet were still in their original packages, hanging neatly in the bags, so they were easy to pack.
The three of them worked together and finished packing all the things into boxes in less than an hour.
The three of them carried the boxes back and forth to the car again and again. Song Nuannuan stood by, coldly watching them, waiting for her chance to take revenge.
When Xu Qingqing and Xu Yan were both outside, Jing Zhen, in order to speed up the process, carried two boxes by herself and struggled to go downstairs.
The boxes were so tall that they blocked Jing Zhen's view. She couldn't see her feet clearly and had to feel her way down step by step.
Seeing the opportunity, Song Nuannuan deliberately walked up and distracted Jing Zhen.
"A country bumpkin will never turn into a phoenix! Even if you wear these nice clothes, you have no curves and no charm. You still can't carry them off!"
After saying that, she kicked Jing Zhen's calf.
Jing Zhen didn't expect Song Nuannuan to cause trouble suddenly. She was caught off - guard. Her ankle was twisted outward, and her body instantly toppled down.
"Ah!"
The boxes crashed to the ground, and Jing Zhen's body rolled uncontrollably down the stairs.
Hearing Jing Zhen's scream, Xu Yan rushed into the room at top speed. He lay on the ground and served as a cushion for Jing Zhen.
Xu Qingqing quickly put down the big box in her hand and ran into the room to check on the two of them.
"Brother! Sister Jing Zhen! Are you guys okay?"
Although Jing Zhen had rolled down the stairs a couple of times, luckily Xu Yan had cushioned her fall. She wasn't seriously hurt, but her ankle was sprained.
Jing Zhen got up from Xu Yan's body and looked at him worriedly as he lay motionless on the ground. She reached out to push his shoulder.
"Xu Yan, how are you?"
"Are you okay? Say something!"
Xu Yan didn't move. Jing Zhen started to panic, worried that Xu Yan might have been knocked unconscious by her.
"Brother, are you okay?" Xu Qingqing also squatted down worriedly and forcefully turned Xu Yan's body over.